What’s a poor boy to do?

Usually I would give a complete run down of Thursday night’s D&D session. But as you know. My DM is playing rock star and there was no game last night.

So, what did I do?

I thought about dressing up as a Helm Knight and roaming my complex looking for things to slay. But I think that would get me I trouble with “the law” real quick.

So, I sat and watched “Smallville.”

Then I sort of sat there looking at the wall not really knowing what else to do.

I caught myself mumbling about making a Spot or Listen check when my wife asked me if I wanted to go to Target with her, she sort of backed out of the room slowly and quietly.

She knows the signs and was not about to let herself get caught up in a conversation about D&D or comic book continuity.

So, I sat there.

Every once and a while one of our cats would wander in the room look at me and leave. I thought about chunking some candy corn at them but that would only remind me of poor Finnis and his prowess with ranged weapons.